Omaha daily bee., 1887-07-10

must be in hiding, and Dugal knew the
old homestead so thoroughly that he was
certain where to find him. He reached
the back Of the house Just as the troop
drew up before 1t. Quickly he. climbed
on the roof of the lean to" and quietly
he entered the little apartment. A few
rays from the moon showed him gaunt
form stretched upon hastily made bed
on the floor. He knelt down and put his
hand upon the figure. In an instant the
man rose and tried to grapple with him,
then tell back with groan.
ALLEN, MANI Allen, dears IT'S ME,
Dugal. Do nothing, say nothing. They
shall not take you"
There was noise Mt the door, the
scream of an elder and the wild protesta.
tions OF young woman were mingled
with the grufi, firm voice of man. ..
Wei search the house, Miss, and if
he amt here there's no harm done, but
search it we must and will
Dugal was busy all this time and as
Jennie with her frail body was trying to
bar the entrance of the officer and his
men, behind her appeared figure in
butternut, ragged attempt at uniform.
Don't harm my mother and sister; |
will go with you" said the new arrival.
Jennie gave one glance and sank
senseless upon the floor; the old mother
fright,
Gladly the troops secured their pris.
oner and hurried away from such a
scene.
1t was early morning when they
reached the headquarters of the com
mand. The colonel was man who had
suffered much; he believed in war of
retaliation. He neither asked nor gave
quarter.
The prisoner was brought before him.
who are you?"
"Allen Dean
What regiment"
"Tenth Alabama"
"What are you doing in our lines9'
"On Il scout"
"Shoot him at noon" was the quiet but
stern order given to the lieutenant and
the doomed man was marched away.
Noon came, there was no time for
much prayer or question, and the unfor-
tunate had made no sign.
The firing detail" had been made,
troops were ranged about, the prisoner
was brought from tent used as a guard
house and placed before an open, shall
low grave.
Five minutes and all would be over.
"A sorry-looking mule came forcing its
way along the road; on it was a young
man who sWayed from side to side with
with fever and excitement. So sudden
and strange was his appearance that he
forced himself through the line before in
tcrference was thought of and, tottering
toward the condemned, he threw his
arms about him, then facing the troop he
cried:
II am Allen Dean-I am a rebel; this
is Dugal Moore, and a true union man.
There was confusion of coursc-therc
was an inquiry; for the colonel, though
hard, was just.
Why did you personate this MANI" he
asked
'He was my friend before the war"
Has he a sister," asked the shrewd
commander.
''He has, SIR" replied Dugal, and his
pale face blushed. ..r.
~ thought so-there's always woman
in it," said the colonel to himself, but he
said no more.
Dugai was sci free Allen remained a
prisoner, but was released in time to at
tend the wedding of Jennie and Dugal.
The former "Reb," unfit for service,
stayed at home. Dugal entered the
Union army, served through the war and
left it with high rank. Many are honors
that have been heaped upon him and
many more he will yet receive ut the
hands of those who once branded him as
That Coward"